Flowers for the dead

Flowers when I’m dead
Like most
Never saw then fit before I left.

While my heart still beats
Most love is off today.
Now my smile still speaks,
When I’m gone
Most of it they’ll miss in regret.

Flowers for the dead
Like the florist
cultivated them
For them alone.

While their hearts still beat,
Love was a waste of time for most.
Now their smiles no longer breathe,
They’re gone
And most miss them in regret.

©Mustafa Khan A.

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